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TWO VOICES
BODY SPEAKS
The world wanders away from me.
Beauty and love are clouds gone by.
Heart is bereft of melody.
This that is left: O, is it I?
Beauty and love are clouds gone by.
Heart is bereft of melody.
This that is left: O, is it I?
Why should a gorgeous cloth be spun
Bedecked with gem-like eye and wing,
Emblems of soul, as robe for one
That is, disrobed, so pale a thing?
Bedecked with gem-like eye and wing,
Emblems of soul, as robe for one
That is, disrobed, so pale a thing?
Now all the coloured winds are gone
Heart has not strength even to mourn.
All's numb but eyes that stare upon
The dust to which they shall return.
Heart has not strength even to mourn.
All's numb but eyes that stare upon
The dust to which they shall return.
SOUL WAKES
So, when sweet temple voices tire,
Will some one of a baser throng
From sleepy fingers steal the lyre
And drone to it so vile a song.
Will some one of a baser throng
From sleepy fingers steal the lyre
And drone to it so vile a song.
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